Excerpt

a handful
of
fragments



ive got a handful of fragments
i keep in a jar on the shelf
a bunch of mismatched pieces
some from others, some from myself

theres bits of broken hearts
and dreams gone to waste
pieces of promises intended
of love, hope and faith

one day theyll all fit together
with a little spit, gum and glue
for now, my handful of fragments
well, theyll just have to do